Here, Then Not

Often we'd see her in the neighborhood,

Taking her friendly dog for a walk.

Always affable, upbeat, and cheerful,

Pat was eager to stop and talk.

The busyness of life fills

Our days with issues, both great and small.

Suddenly, it occurred to me:

For weeks I hadn't seen Pat at all.

Deep inside I had a bad feeling.

Always so visible, yet suddenly not there,

She had me worried because of her absence.

I wanted to ask and yet didn't dare.

A neighbor's words ended the mystery:

"Pat died eight weeks ago."

The information confirmed my fears;

The shocking news still came as a blow.

You can grieve the loss of another

Even though you weren't close friends.

Whatever you shared will be no more;

It's always sad when a life ends.

In my mind, I can still see her,

Walking Buddy with a smile on her face.

Her loving memory will be--I hope--

One that time will not efface.

Rest in peace, dear Pat….

(12-14-15) By Bob B